Catch From The Board Of Beauty/ Such

Love Is Not All: It Is Not Meat Nor Drink Nor Slumber Nor A Roof Against The Rain; Nor Yet A Floating Spar To Men That Sink.

Sorrow Like A Ceaseless Rain Beats Upon My Heart. People Twist And Scream In Pain-- Dawn Will Find Them Still Again; This Has Neither Wax Nor Wane, Neither Stop Nor Start.

Life In Itself Is Nothing, An Empty Cup, A Flight Of Uncarpeted Stairs.

But You Were Something More Than Young And Sweet And Fair, - And The Long Year Remembers You.

Life Isn't All Beer And Skittles; Few Of Us Have Touched A Skittle In Years.